Attacker: Jiang Fan Sufferer: Zhang Qian
Although Zhang Qian was a school bully, he was soft-hearted and had a sharp tongue. He had always had a problem in his heart, which was when he saw a little boy mutilating himself in the park when he was a child. Zhang Qian looked at his bloody wrists, carefully stepped forward and snatched the knife from his hand regardless of the danger, and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe away the blood. The little boy looked at his behavior and chuckled, "Okay, leave me alone and go play."
At night, the bright moon was hidden among the soft clouds, and the moonlight fell on the two of them through the gaps in the leaves. Zhang Qian walked in front of Jiang Fan, perhaps because the young man was drunk and Zhang Qian turned around and stopped to confess to Jiang Fan. But Zhang Qian gave up once he looked at Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan looked at him with a faint smile in his eyes. "What's wrong?" Zhang Qian had been thinking about the manuscripts he had prepared before, but now he couldn't remember any of them. He only remembered, "I can't help but like you." Zhang Qian looked at him nervously, with fear of rejection and a hint of expectation in his eyes.
"I like you"
The strong label does not mean attacking each other.
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Intention: a sudden whim